A single step
Taken slowly
Making you feel every bruise
That life has inflicted
Exhaustion is your world
Yet you wish to carry on
To make progress
And collapse with pride
A burst of energy
Born from such a tiny feat
That requires every ounce of strength
It is the only thing you need
To retain both faith and hope
That
Single
Little
Minuscule
Inch-sized
Essential
Step
Summer’s finally here and Father’s Day is right around the corner. Which means… plenty of giveaways and free books!
One Heart for You
Marina Gioti’s One Heart for You is written by a daughter and addressed to her father, the first love of her life. Sweet and moving, with great illustrations by the author, it captures the unique bond between father and daughter.
Are you looking for something more suspenseful? Athora, by Kostas Krommydas, is a mystery romance set on the Greek islands.
A tourist is found dead in Istanbul, the victim of what appears to be a ritual killing. An elderly man is murdered in the same manner, in his house by Lake Como. And the priest of a small, isolated Greek island lies dead in the sanctuary.
By popular demand, The Life & Times of Ichabod Brooks got 6 votes on the Teaser Tuesday poll. Since these are short stories, it’s hard to pick something that isn’t too much, so I am going to post the beginning of one of the tales for 3 of the 6 posts. I’ve put all 19 votes into a randomizer too, so more Ichabod will be appearing throughout the next 19 weeks. Again, I want to thank everyone who voted. Enjoy!
Ciao, amici! I have another suspense novel to talk about today. S. Burke’s Whatever it Takes.
Blurb:
James Kincaid had it all.
He’d made it to the ‘A’ list in Hollywood, a town that prized and idolized winners above all else. Three golden statuettes currently graced the mantle of his Los Angeles mansion. Next year’s Oscars held the sweet promise of more.
Then life began exacting a price that no man could be expected to pay as the people he cared about began dying and dying badly.
He couldn’t move on with his life or the dream without knowing why.
Andi O’Connor is the woman he’d hired to do ‘whatever it takes’ to find him the answers.
Could this disenchanted, street-hardened, ex-homicide cop uncover the truth without adding to the growing list of those already sacrificed on the altar of one besotted human’s insanity?
One of the things I had to learn way back in high school when I started writing was how to control my own emotions. Not block them off completely, but temper them and access the ones I needed for certain scenes. I couldn’t be feeling happy while writing a sad scene and let the wrong emotion come through. Yet, I also didn’t want to plunge myself into utter sadness. So, there was a lot of learning and experimenting with ways to handle this situation. Betting there are many out there who don’t think this is a problem or stumble into this issue, but I’m sure there are plenty in this boat.
Over the last year, I’ve had a lot of trouble maintaining my own balance when writing due to personal issues. This resulted in me not feeling like I can write the scenes that I’m up to or attempting it in utter failure. It’s why War of Nytefall: Eradication has taken me months instead of weeks. Well, the job too, but it definitely took a long time because I repeatedly hit moments where I couldn’t stop the outside world from poking into my fantasy realm. The tricks I’d established over the years weren’t working as well as they should. This is what prompted me to consider the topic and come up with some suggestions for those who find themselves in this boat.
Don’t force the writing. If you need to step back and handle life then do so. This might seem like you’re bashing through a wall, but it’s more than likely that you will have to scrap whatever you complete. The tone will be off and characters won’t be acting the way they should. Maybe they’re bickering more or they shrug off a horrible event because you’re too happy at the moment. You’ll be annoyed with yourself come the editing stage, so it could be better in the long run to handle your business before you dive back into the manuscript.
Music may soothe the wounded author. If you can write with noise than playing songs to fit the scene can help you focus. Metal and hard rock could work with action scenes while love songs work for romance. You can go full mood music as well if you don’t want any talking. This works for me, but I know it’s not for everyone.
Meditation beforehand can help. I’ll admit that I haven’t mastered this. It tends to go with the music and I can slip pretty easily. You could also fall asleep, but naps can help your emotions reset. At the very least, you get some extra energy for when you’re able to write again.
This isn’t something I’m capable of, but you could write a scene that connects to your current mood. It means not going in order and jumping around the story, which can cause some continuity issues. If you have a way to counteract those or are okay with big rewrites in editing runs then this could work. The secondary effect is that you can pull yourself out of the funk by bestowing the emotions on your characters. Them getting through the issues could help you do the same.
I can say that not everything here will work. Much of it depends on the strength of your emotions and the cause. Some events will knock you for a loop longer than others. This kind of brings me back to #1, which is where you get your house in order before you return to the story. I did this back in August 2018 when my life got a karate chop to the throat and a vicious groin pull. Took me 5 months before I could bring myself to touch another writing project. Did I come back stronger? Not really, but I returned at a point when I felt I had enough control to get the job done. I don’t think I was right, which is why I took so many breaks. When I was on the verge of tears, I couldn’t touch my action or romance scenes. Eradication doesn’t have a lot of sad scenes at the beginning, so I was out of luck here. Thankfully, I’ve been pulling out of it and managing to carve out a little writing time every week.
In the same vein, you might not want to do any author path decisions. I regret announcing a semi-retirement when things went south because things kept spiraling until I realized that I needed to hold onto some of what I had created. Never be afraid to take a break from writing, but try not to be dramatic. I think I hurt myself pretty badly with that post because my blog traffic took a nosedive. This is just a personal piece of advice for anyone who is writing and having a hard time. Trying to hold onto part of the spark even if you can’t add words to your project. Outlines and blog posts about your writing can help fill the void.
So, what do other people do when they’re carrying an emotion that doesn’t fit the scene they want to write? Is it easy for you to switch or do you wait for the opportune moment?
So, my son and I went to the zoo last weekend and a few things have stuck with me. Most good, but a few that I need to get off my chest. The place was packed, which meant there was more of the rudest of creatures: Humans. Usually, I leave this alone, but I feel like having some fun here. Hence, a few messages to people:
To the people banging on the glass of the gorilla exhibit to get their attention, I hope a silverback charges and cracks the glass. Just to make you soil yourself in this large crowd. The baby on the other side is trying to eat, so leave him alone. Admire without instigating and let them make the first move.
To adults in the crowd, remember how tall you are. Having a bunch of 5’11” and 6’0” giants taking up the front row is ridiculous. Stand in the back since the children crying to see the animals aren’t going to be in your way. Your oohs, aahs, and awws only make the situation worse. We all know something interesting is going on, but all we see is a see of cheap Walmart shirts.
To whoever throws trash into an exhibit, go play in traffic. Seriously, you need to go away and stop ruining things for the rest of us.
To parents who forget that other people have kids, I suggest you get to the back of the line for any photo opportunities. Many of us thought it would be cool for our kids to come through the prairie dog tunnel and pop out of the hole where one of the prairie dogs was perched on the fiberglass cover. Would have been a great picture. A bunch of us were ready. Then, your imps pop up to start banging on the cover and scare the poor animal. Yes, I’m a little more annoyed than most because my son was the next in line.
To people who are getting tired or need to stop for any reason, move to the side of the walkway! The zoo is crowded and you stopping in with the rest of your clan in the middle of the road causes a traffic jam. People have to find ways around you and some kids squeeze through without their parents because they want to keep going. It’s really bad when you block a zoo shuttle and show no intention of getting out of the way. I’m sure that conversation you’re having and we can kind of hear could wait until you get to the side or to one of the many open spots.
To those making animal noises at the animals, you aren’t talking their language. In fact, you sound like you stubbed your toe on a razor blade. Yes, we know what Sesame Street says are animal noises, but you don’t have to do them at the top of your lungs and dance around. I mean, you can because it’s a free country. I’m just saying the act gets old after the fifth time and really gets annoying when you add banging the glass to the ‘fun’. By the way, yelling ‘chomp’ at a Nile Crocodile is embarrassing to us all as a species.
To the first group of people who cut the line for a ride, I applaud your callousness. Not to the rest of us waiting in the heat, but to the befuddled grandparents you seem to have left behind. They were saving you a spot farther down the line and you cut instead. Also, I’m fairly certain the three people who followed you weren’t part of your family when we ran into each other an hour ago at the zebras. Do you just adopt adults as you go along? If so then was that elderly couple really part of your family or were they rentals whose contract was up at a very sad time?
To the second group of people who cut the line for a ride, I hope it was worth it. I assume it really wasn’t since you missed the cut off for the next ride by one person. You’re on the same one as everyone you jumped ahead of. Honestly, I’m not even made about this one. It was kind of amusing and at least you didn’t abandon anyone like in #7. You know, you guys get a pass for sticking together here.
To the zoo, letting someone in for a special members pre-opening thing is great. It doesn’t help when you direct said member to the parking lot clear on the other side of the zoo from the event with 10 minutes to get there. Rushing through an entire zoo with an animal-loving 9-year-old is a feat that very few parents can pull off. I mean, I did it only to find out that the event was cancelled for the day. The thing was free with membership anyway, but it really was a rise and sudden dashing of hope. Should also admit that I forgot this was a thing, so this is more me being amused by the amount of obstacles that appeared without warning.
To the people in a crowd who might not know about the invention of toilet paper, please stand downwind. Oh my god, my nose and stomach were about to die at some points. Do you buy underwear in bulk and throw them out after one use? I mean, the paper in the bathroom stall isn’t decorative or tissues. Maybe it’s time for America to adopt the bidet. Although, that might bring on new problems.
It was a busy week, but I’m happy to say that I get to rest a bit this weekend. A friend is coming over and we’ve been holding off on seeing ‘John Wick 3’ until we could do a marathon. My son is at his mom’s, so we watched the first two movies last night and are probably seeing the third in a bit. It’s nice to not be alone during this time even if it’s only for 1.5 days. I’ll be alone tomorrow and will try to get some writing done. Probably should mow the lawn at some point before velociraptors move into the tall grass. Not really in the mood for that.
Last weekend was a lot of fun with my son since we had the big zoo trip and then relaxed for a bit. Don’t think it was enough for me in terms of resting since I’ve felt drained all week. Not good when I’m already dozing off around 10 AM. Got a feeling it’s more the emotional toll since I was getting my normal amount of sleep. After revealing that I’m going through a divorce, I had hoped things would feel better. Yet, I feel even more beleaguered than before. Part of it is probably because I still haven’t carved out the time to sit and think. Not sure it would even help since my mind decides to use the brief moments of solitude to make up for not writing. There is just so much that I still don’t know here, but I probably never will.
I managed to get a little writing done last weekend, but it was only one section. Means I have exactly 12 sections left to go on War of Nytefall: Eradication. I don’t think I’m going to finish before the summer break. I can get 3 done tomorrow and maybe 2 or 3 on Wednesday. (Add-on: Never mind on tomorrow. Apparently, I was chosen to do extra training for summer. That seals the deal. Not going to finish before summer. Why do I even bother building hope for these things?) After that, I’m stuck because I have a weekend with my son, summer job training, Father’s Day, and then I dive into the summer job. I might have to whittle down the number or just write the finale during the July 4th weekend. That’s nearly a month between sessions, which is driving me nuts. Part of me is swearing that this is the worst book I ever wrote because of these insanely long breaks. People keep telling me to make time or that it isn’t so bad, but I find that I don’t remember my twists and turns by the time I get back to my story. At this rate, I might be looking at one release a year or simply hanging up the notebooks because I just can’t get the balance right. It doesn’t help that so many writing days have been undermined by drama or people who suddenly think I shouldn’t be left alone and make plans with me. This is really just adding to my overall stress and feelings of failure.
Thank you to everyone who voted in the Teaser Tuesday poll. I’m thinking of scheduling 19 posts with each vote being an entry. This means Ichabod Brooks gets 6, Lost gets 3, and then a few 2’s and 1’s. I’m actually surprised that Quest of the Broken-Hearted got 2 votes. Since I can only take so much before Amazon gets testy (my books are still KDP), I’m going to probably search older Teaser Tuesdays and reuse for a few. This will have to be done especially for Ichabod Brooks since 6 is a large amount. Looking at the calendar, this will give me teasers until mid-October. That’s a big weight off my mind and gives me more time to figure something out for post-Bedlam Thursday. Hope people enjoy what I post even if they’ve seen it before.
Nothing else to really talk about. Got a bunch of July posts done and will do more on the nights where I can’t get into writing mode. That’s happening a lot more often and I’m sure the summer will be the same. If I can muster the mojo, I hope to get the planning for the ‘Fantasy Advice’ book done by the summer. I can work on those entries even without chapter titles . . . Still can’t think of a book title. Maybe I had one in a previous post, but I can’t remember. Needs to be catchy and easy to search for, so nothing specific to Windemere. Keep thinking I came up with ‘So, You Want to Write Fantasy?’ Not sure if that works.
A couple of my titles got some love this week. Stop by Tori’s place and see what she thought about them.
#AmReading + #AmWatching – May 30th 2019 #Reviews
It’s time to take a look at what I’ve been reading and watching during this past week.
If you want to know more about the book, or the author, click on whichever it is you want to learn more about, and it will take you to the appropriate page onGoodreads. Clicking on my rating should take you to my actual Goodreads review for the book in question. Please bear in mind that the format I’ve reviewed on Goodreads may not be the format I actually read.
A long road has been written
Through typos and twists
You have seen it to the end
Fingers worn and callused
Pencils down to nubs
The corpses of pens fill a drawer
A cemetery you refuse to toss
Keys on have faded
The letters too faint for eyes
All to reach the finale
Will it be accepted?
You can never know
Until those who followed you
Get a chance to view the sunset
That you have crafted with your words.